Ken Nye Poems
|2.||Stars In Her Pocket||8/25/2005|
|3.||Crossing America: July 4,2005||10/17/2005|
|4.||Searching For The Spring||10/29/2004|
|5.||Coming Home At Twilight||10/29/2004|
|6.||Appreciating The Tableware||2/15/2008|
|7.||'Let's Go For A Ride'||2/15/2008|
|8.||The Prince Of The Forest||2/15/2008|
|9.||A Knock At The Door||2/15/2008|
|12.||The Marriage Bed||2/15/2008|
|13.||Clouds Of Glory||2/15/2008|
|15.||Hymhs Of Joy||2/15/2008|
|16.||My Mother's Voice||2/15/2008|
|17.||My Mom Has Gone||2/15/2008|
|18.||The Smell Of A Dog||2/16/2008|
|19.||Don'T Go: A Father's Lament||2/16/2008|
|20.||If I Should Die (And I Will Some Day)||2/16/2008|
|21.||The Call To Morning||2/17/2008|
|22.||When The Children Leave||2/17/2008|
|23.||Gold Is A Color||2/15/2008|
Comments about Ken Nye
Don'T Go: A Father's Lament
Don’t go, little one.
Continue to believe that every smile you see
is from a heart that loves you.
Hold your little doll
as if your love gives it life.
Believe that it thrives on your devotion,
and that it dreams like you.
Talk to the dog as to a brother.
Ponder a snowflake as proof of miracles.
Look upon summer as an endless season of adventure.
Trust that your mother and I will love
each other as much as we love you.
Listen to stories with a belief that they are true.
Share in the joy of your friends;
hurt when ...
No matter where I find it,
clear water flowing over pristine sand and gravel
always stirs in me a longing for wilderness,
empty forests, dark and wonderfully forboding,
with small streams searching their way
from mountainside to ocean,
banks lined with green moss,
rocks covered with wet green growth
that make me pay attention to my step,